Ghoulie personal space (always shared). I love colouring Phantom's fur 🙂↕️

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Ghoulie personal space (always shared). I love colouring Phantom's fur 🙂↕️

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By ryancphoto
strong need to hurt the bug today
i’m just gonna leave this here.
video by ghoulf4ngz
Happy Pride to these two
Raindrop smooches 💋
@bloodfin I have thought about Rain's little sucker kissies before actually
I'll put it under a cut, but this is just so cute I and I hope it's okay to put it here, I wrote you a little drabble 🫶
Dew shuffles into the kitchen at half past nine, hair still damp, and reaches past Cumulus for the coffee pot.
"Morning," he says, voice gravel-rough.
Cumulus doesn't answer. Cumulus is staring.
So is Mountain. So is Aether, who has frozen with a spoonful of cereal halfway to his mouth.
Dew, who has not yet had caffeine, blinks at them. "What."
Cumulus inhales through her nose. "Dewdrop. Sweetheart. What happened to you?"
Dew lifts a hand to his throat. Pauses. Lifts the collar of his shirt and looks down.
He's been decorated. There's no other word for it.
Perfect pink circles, dozens of them, ringing his collarbone and trailing under the fabric -- a path he doesn't need to inspect to remember. There are some near his pulse. There's one behind his ear, where he can still feel the skin going tender. He pushes up his sleeves and sees them on his arms. Doesn't need a mirror to know they're all over his face.
Behind him, the kitchen door swings open and Rain strolls in.
Rain's hair is doing the slow drowsy thing, tentacles shifting lazily, one of them curled around the back of his own neck in idle satisfaction. His tail starts up the moment he sees Dew. Not the polite swish, either. The full helicopter, drumming against the doorframe.
"Morning," Rain says, beaming.
"Rain," Dew says, with the flat affect of a man approaching the gallows.
"Yeah, baby?"
Aether sets down his spoon very carefully. Mountain has a hand over his mouth. Cumulus is vibrating.
"Did you," Dew says, "did you have to --"
"Yes," Rain says cheerfully, without waiting to hear more. He crosses to the counter, plants a kiss on Dew's temple, and reaches around him for the coffee pot. One of the tentacles, the helpful one, tugs Dew's collar a half-inch wider in passing. "Sorry, what was the question?"
"We have fittings," Dew hisses.
"Mm-hm."
"In an hour."
Rain takes a long, considering sip of coffee. His tail does not stop. "Sure do."
Cumulus howls.
Aether picks his spoon back up like none of this is happening. Mountain mutters something that sounds suspiciously like good luck, brother and returns to his toast. And Rain leans against the counter next to Dew, hip-to-hip, with the air of a ghoul who has won something and isn't particularly invested in pretending otherwise.
His tentacle hair brushes Dew's shoulder. Soft. Possessive. Marking territory it already, very thoroughly, marked.
Dew closes his eyes.
Anyone watching closely would note that he doesn't move away.

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⟡ 3.5 SWISS BLURBS
Diverging to post some very vague Swiss drabbles I want to extend on. Also wanting to offer some of my writing to my blog because it’s another passion,. Idk how to do this . Hopping in blind 💧💧
So many thoughts on this damn ghoul. My brain density is 70% Swiss and 30% literally everything else.
These are all just deep and dark. I have a bunch of other little things & scenelets I could post later but for now.. thought dump..
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01 ; “Worship of the Sun”
Freshly summoned, discussing the first ever moments of topside sentience. Was gonna be a whole fic but I gave up in an hour.
Before it opened its eyes, it shook itself, in rippling heaps like an animal ruffling its furs to rid of the flame and excess that lived there. Soaked in wedding pyre; shuddering back and forth, not quite fitting its soul and consciousness into the sack of flesh it now forcefully adorned— too tight, clinging to bone and cracking its ribs around its rarefied heart— where it would writhe like that. Unsettled, and entirely unalive, fusion in the core pressurized the outer layers; a star forcing itself open, and into an existence that, by any greater power,
was never meant to be conceived.
gay people real #2
the kiss he blows at the end. (x)
Made You A Spot
t4t Dewdrop/Rain; ~3.8k
AO3
Summary: Rain's messy celebration of Dew's body (cunt/cock used for Dew, Rain's tits); transmasc Dew and Rain; tit fucking, oral sex, praise kink, dirty talk, squirting, post-top surgery, body worship, trans joy and pride, gender affirming sex, fluff and smut, the boys are in love your honor
a/n: the long discussed, yet to be posted until now gender affirming blowjob to titfucking fic. i stared at it too long, reworked it too many times. i need to let it breathe and be free. bodies are beautiful, and that includes yours. happy pride, may we all know joy
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Happy gay month your favourite band loves you 🏳️🌈🏳️⚧️

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🏳️🌈Happy Pride Month🏳️🌈
nothing changed
6: sound check
Rain/Dewdrop, Rain/Phantom, Phantom/Cowbell
Explicit, 18+ only
AO3
series masterlist
Summary: Nine days of avoiding each other. One company field trip. Dew is going to be so normal it. Rain isn't going to think about it at all.
Warnings: forced proximity, mutual pining/mutual avoid avoidance, one (1) bench seat, one (1) botanical painting, and one (1) knee touch; paperwork as foreplay, hands, Phantom being Phantom, what good would a bodyguard be when you're your own biggest problem
Song: Nasty (Alternative Ending) by Russ
a/n: yall said in the poll you'd prefer one big chapter over two smaller ones and well, I wasn't kidding! anyways, they get to touch again, for real this time 😈
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The alarm chirps its three-note acknowledgment while Dew stands there for a moment in the dim, letting the building settle back into silence.
He didn’t have to show up this early.
He takes a deep breath.
There’s a faint smell of citrus floor cleaner and the ghost of last night’s perfume lingering in the velvet curtains. The chairs are still up on the tables from Sunday’s close. The bar has been wiped to a shine that catches the security lights and the neon over it is off, leaving only the small green glow from the register pilot.
It’s the first time he’s been alone in the building.
He’s been here every operating day since acquisition. Every Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday, and Sunday, with Bell sentry-eyed at his elbow.
The building has had a heartbeat every time he’s been in it.
Mondays the heart rests.
Staff isn’t due until noon. Bell is picking up the Helion shuttle, which Dew had offered to do himself. Bell had declined by text, two words. Absolutely not.
Dew did not push back.
Pushing back would have required explaining why he wanted to do the run, and he couldn't.
Well… he could, technically. But he won’t.
Read the rest on Ao3 (sorry!!!!)
Loss is the deprivation of something important, valuable or significant, accompanied by crisis and pain, aching sadness.
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dearest kay: if you can spare the time i would love to hear all about the swissalps security detail, who have certainly seen some Things and Events during their tenure
Good news ! I survived the dentist
Bad news ! I live to run my mouth another day.
Anyways I love them your honor and I am thrilled to shine the spot light on my favorite little security couple for a bit 🤍
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Sidequest: Twenty After Two
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Phantom is on bar duty tonight, which is to say Phantom is supposed to be wiping down the bar and is instead leaning against it with a damp rag in one hand and a maraschino cherry between their teeth, watching Swiss flip chairs onto tabletops with the bored efficiency of someone who's done this exact motion ten thousand times.
It's twenty past two.

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Not sure if you could do this, but may I request Cardi C with Aether!
you didn't say whether they had to have their clothes on or not, so i chose not
Mushy May Day 5: Road Trips
Swiss, Aurora, and Cirrus take a road trip to put things together for a pack vacation. 650 words. Mentions in passing a forcefem scene, but no actual warnings.
thank you to @forlorn-crows for putting Mushy May together <3
divider by @ghuleh-recs <3
“You remembered the grocery list for when we get there?” Cirrus asks, craning her neck to look to Aurora in the back row.
“Yes, I did,” Aurora reassures her, pulling a folded piece of loose leaf from the pocket of her shorts, waving it around before putting it back. “And the list of requests from our packmates. And the chore list, in order of importance of what needs to be done before the others join us and what can be done when they arrive.”
“Good,” Cirrus hums. Next to her, Swiss turns up the radio a little as the wind whistles through the open windows of his ‘66 Thunderbird. The gold jewelry woven into his braids jingle slightly, but not loud enough to drown out the way he hums along to the pop song playing.
His thumb taps against the steering wheel in time, eyes focused on the road ahead of him, but he squeezes Cirrus’s hand where they’re entwined over the center console. She can feel the excited energy buzzing just under his skin.